My first love
.... My brother lived a normal life just like everyone else. He went to a public school and had a lot of friends and of course he had his occasional crushes. He liked to watch WWE wrestling and played wrestling on his Nintendo 64. He was a very happy little boy and very spoiled. Then on August 18, 2001, my brother got extremely sick with what we all thought was Pneumonia. He had an extremely high fever, his head was so hot I could of boiled on egg on his forehead. He was having difficulties breathing and he couldn’t cough anything out of his throat, so my mother hooked up the machine to remove the excess mucous from his throat, which sounded like a garbage disposal. I cringed every time I heard this. I would try it but I was afraid I was going to hurt him. Then on the morning of August 21st. He woke me because I kept hearing him groan in his sleep, like he was in pain and I went to the kitchen to call 911. When I got to my brother all he kept saying was, “I can’t breath.” and “It hurts.” All I could do was sit with him and watch him go through this pain with tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked so helpless. And I felt so bad knowing that I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was cry and pray that help would come soon as I tried my best to keep him with the best comfort possible. When the ambulance got there my mom kept screaming and yelling because she wanted to know what was wrong with her baby boy. At the hospital we all sat waiting very impatiently for the news of if my brother was okay. After about 15 minutes of waiting the doctor came out and gave us the bad news. He said that my brother fought for all he could and he was very strong bu...